Do you ever feel weird about your birthday?

Next week, I celebrate my last birthday in my thirties.

AKA my second covid birthday.

Otherwise known as, my 39th year of life.

Those of us who have celebrated a birthday since February or March of 2021 are going through our second covid birthday.

Last year, we told ourselves that we’d be able to celebrate as per normal in 2021.

The only problem is, the pandemic is still here, botching up everything and meaning that we’re putting off some of our plans and hopes for the second year in a row.

And this is leading to a strange sense of grief, perhaps grief that is buried beneath the surface, or sadness that rests on the tip of your tongue, difficult to fully understand or articulate.